Doug and I headed down to the Pabst Theatre to see An Evening with Kevin Smith. It ranged from the unbelievable (Flesh light, anyone?) to the shocking (sucking his own dick) to the disgusting (trying to pop a leg zit and having his wife walk him on him) to the touching (the story about what George Carlin meant to him damn near caused him and the crowd to turn on the water works) to the funny (Who am I kidding? Damn near everything was funny.) Basically, it was everything I was hoping for and more. If you're even a moderate fan of Kevin's, you need to see him live. This was my 5th time and it gets better every time.